Fugbe Price

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LADY: It’s you. It’s YOU!

MRS. PRICE: It is! It is me! Hello there, young lady.

PHOEBE: Um, Mom, I think she’s talking to ME.

LADY: OH MY GOD MY FRIENDS ARE GOING TO DIE I NEED A PICTURE OF THIS.

MRS. PRICE: My, people are so friendly in this town!

PHOEBE: No, I told you, Mom, she’s just spazzing over me because I’m ME. I’m FAMOUS.

MRS. PRICE: You are? For what?

LADY: YOU’RE THE CRAZY GIRL! THE CRAZY GIRL WHO WEARS THE CRAZY!

MRS. PRICE: Excuse me?

PHOEBE: What she means is, you know, that I’ve worn stuff, and… you know, I’ve done other stuff, and been around stuff, and there’s the shopping, and sometimes I make things, like hats…

LADY: YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DO EITHER! HOLY GOD THIS IS AMAZING. I AM GOING TO TWITTER THE SHIT OUT OF THIS.

MRS. PRICE: Well, now, I don’t know if you need to use THAT kind of language, my dear.

LADY: SORRY, I MEANT, TWITTER THE HECK OUT OF THIS.

MRS. PRICE: Much better. Now, Phoebe, dear, I don’t understand — you are famous for just sort of standing around?

PHOEBE: Well, there is SOMETHING else I do…

MRS. PRICE: What is that?

LADY: OH!!! THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOD.

PHOEBE: I am the Geico gecko!

MRS. PRICE: You’re shitting me.

LADY: I DON’T SEE A NEED FOR THAT KIND OF LANGUAGE.

MRS. PRICE: I don’t care. I just found out my daughter is forty-three crayons short of a Crayola 64 set. I’m going to swear the f–k out of it.